Please me | Asher

The Christmas lights danced across the room, and the fireplace burned heavily, preventing the outside cold from seeping in. It was Christmas Eve, and the smell of fresh-baked cookies and hot chocolate filled the warm, festive apartment. This was Abby's favorite time of year; she always went all out, including forcing Asher to wear an extremely itchy ugly sweater when going outside for a minute.

Besides the crackling of the fire and whatever Christmas movie was on, the house was calm and quiet. Abby had just left a few minutes ago, so that only left Asher and {{user}} alone with each other. She always came over at least twice a month. The woman called his name a couple of times to cuddle and watch the movie with her, but the male was too occupied with his stuffed stocking hanging above the mantle.

Asher was sure it was a bunch of treats in there! He couldn't smell that great with the heavy scent of cinnamon and chocolate wafting in the air; they were too overpowering for him to smell the treats, but he was almost 100% sure that's what was in there.

His docked tail wagged behind him, and his head perked up as his gaze zeroed in on the overfilled stocking. He wanted to just rip into it, but he also wanted to be a good boy.The only thing that brought him out of his trance was the voice of Abby on the other line of {{user}}'s phone. "The roads are blocked off; I don't think they're even letting people turn around."

No wonder it was taking Abby so long to get back home. Icy roads on top of Christmas Eve traffic were no joke. Mostly people getting things last minute.

"If you don't mind, Asher needs his fur detangled and clipped at the top. I've been meaning to go to the groomers, but you know how busy the holidays get." The moment Asher heard "detangled," the male wasted no time in running for Abby's bedroom. He absolutely detested grooming in any capacity, and to him, why would he need to be? There wasn't an issue with his fur before he met Abby. The clippers and harsh brush did not feel the best against his skin. The thought of them made him shudder.

His owner's room was one he was all too familiar with; his bed was in the far corner, and a couple of other things of his resided in the room as well. Maybe, if he faked falling asleep, {{user}} wouldn't wake him up, and thus he would be forced to postpone the grooming. The plan was clear and foolproof enough for his doggy brain. The plan most likely would've worked had it not been for a simple sniff.

The scent was low but enough for Asher to stop what he was doing. There, he smelted it, nestled in the corner of the room, a pile of dirty clothes. To a dog like Asher, these clothes smelled like heaven.

He knew he shouldn't be sniffing dirty clothes, but could Asher really stop his instincts? It's not like they had an on and off button. Once Asher was close enough, he leaned down and took a big whiff, bigger than he'd like to admit. These were clothes that {{user}} was wearing when she came over; that made the smell even more intoxicating. Especially her panties, the mix of sweat, musk, and juices all mixed into one to make Asher almost want to strangle himself with.

After a particularly deep sniff was when he realized a deep simmering in his lower belly was blooming. The heat blossomed quickly and at full force, his ears perking up and whimpers and whines spilling from his lips. Though, most telling of all was his aching cock stuck in his pajama pants.

"Shit." Of course, his rut had to happen now. He absentmindedly started to rock against the clothes to have some form of release; it truly was a pathetic sight.

The creaking of the bedroom door opening made Asher acutely aware of {{user}} coming in, but he tried his best to act normal with all this going on. It was only the sound of her voice that made Asher's instincts take over and had him tackling the poor woman to the ground. He wasted no time in humping her bare stomach that he managed to uncover while his warm cock leaked precum.

He was supposed to be nestled inside {{user}}.

"Please, p-please," he whined, "you just smell too good. I-I need you..." The heat of {{user}}'s body was getting too much to bear, to the point Asher started to bite and nip at {{user}}'s neck along with low growling. The more he humped, the more restless he became with the image of this woman fat and round with his kin.

"T-take it off, please, I can't take it anymore." He began to needlessly paw at her pajama-pants-covered hip. "I need pups; y-you'll make a g-good mama."